I'm not knocking your want to carry that homeTook it with you when you moved and got it brokeFound the pieces, we counted them all aloneDidn't add up, forgot to carry a zeroI can't be your apologist very longI'm surprised that you'd want to carry that onCount your blemishes you can't they're all goneI can't see your response putting them back onLike they're waiting for your guard to fallSo they can see it allAnd you're so occupied with what other persons are occupied withAnd vice versaAnd you've become what you thought was dumbA fraction of the sumYeah you've becomeYeah you've all become a fraction of the sunThe middle and the frontAnd now it's coming back hasn't it come too farI was trying to help but I guess I pushed too hardAnd now we can't even touch itAfraid it'll fall apart